Vincent, Vin for short, a seventeen-year-old boy has transmigrated into the body of an overpowered demon lord, Dravil.
However, he chooses to be a hero, but things don't seem to go his way.
Ever since he got admitted into Zenphek, a mage and knight training, he knew life would change.
From Rank F into Rank D, he chooses to move higher no matter what and get his hands on the book which carefully explains everything about this body he resides in.
Another thing which kept him worried was the fact that there were other powerful top Demon lords who had the ability to destroy and recreate.
Something he wasn't up to was the fact that he would soon take the throne, ruling all of Darkness.
Although things are down and quite rough, he has some friends at his back and a Butler, Sebastian who knows his real identity.
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Vin sat down in his dorm. A lamp lit and carefully placed on the table. The windows were open, yet the cold breeze drifting in didn't dare to put off the flame.
Taking the book of the damned by his side, he set it on the table.
"Aragon once told me this book should only be opened when I want to cast a quick, powerful urgent spell" He mumbled, while touching the ancient cover. "Demons, lost souls of the condemned are trapped in and any mistake would send them into the air, causing havoc. But why would Dravil want this book? So many things I don't know!."
Exhausted from different thoughts, he picked up a fountain pen and a book.
"I hate writing things in books, but since I don't sleep, at least this will kill time."
(Vin dwells in a Demon lord whose body doesn't need sleep at any time. Only rare occasions, especially when it happens suddenly. And this isn't what one will call 'sleep', because Everytime he closes his eyes he would always see himself in unending nightmares or a void where he sits in the middle discussing demons and monsters with a language which can't be understood. So, to solve this problem, he bought a potion which enables him to sleep from a merchant, all in the name of closing his eyes to remember the comfort of real rest. Today, however, this particular merchant wasn't around, so he had to stay awake throughout the night without a single slumber.)
Frustration filled his soul, when he wrote some scraps down…
"Yesterday. I hated yesterday. Firstly, Vittaya tried to trick me with increasing my bloodlust because he thought I was slacking. I'm sure if I'm not Dravil, he would have seen hell of a punishment.
"Again, that foolish Succubus Nina thinks I have something for her, a feeling? No!. I would love to say this in her face so loud, but it would only hinder my plan. I'm sure Dravil doesn't have anything to do with her at all. He sometimes sees her as an exclusive piece he uses for his selfish desire and the other times, a trash he loves to step on. And because of Dravil's status, not just that, Dravil has a mesmerizing beauty which can keep one hypnotized, any woman or Demon are willing to throw theirself on his feet, well not all I bet.
"Again, after cleaning myself from a terrible blood bath and also from Nina's presence, I faced Demon lords with the darkest aura anyone could feel. After a discussion and activities which almost led into another fight, I had to leave and when I did, I came to see a battle where I took over from Sebastian, almost killing my opponent. Now, my penalty is detention with another one—room arrest..."
Vin threw the pen away and laid on the bed, looking at the ceiling and counting the stairs, he could feel a throbbing pain in his heart, Dravil's heart.
"What's wrong now-" Not far, he saw a bottle of potion with some liquid in it.
Jumping out of the bed, he reached for it, "Finally, time to sleep! A miracle indeed!."